Oh no! 2 weeks since my last post. For shame; for SHAME! I think I have *gasp* been forgetting about this blog, thanks to THIS blog. Yep, we have created a blog to chart the excitement and heartbreak of finding a call in to ministry. It actually has lots of good stuff on there, why we're in Charlotte, why we want to be in ministry, what we're currently considering, etc.
It's not as funny as this blog, but then - what IS?
So in a day and a half and a few hours we'll embark on a 11+ hour roadtrip to Connecticut and try our hand at being New Englanders. I think we're half crazy - or God has a crazy plan for our life and we're just crazy enough to do it. Either way, it's clear whot he crazies are. US! Crazy or not, we're pretty excited about the trip. I've never been to Connecticut, and really just learned in the past few months where it is on a map. (I know!!!!)
I plan on posting pictures and getting on here to rant periodically - please pray for us as we check this out. It's nuts and crazy and only a couple fools too young enough to be scared of anything would do it.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Whatever happened to "cut and dry"?
You know - things that are balanced and orderly. Black and white. A then B. Genesis then Rev. Peanut Butter and Jelly. Peas and Carrots. Sigfried and Roy. Captain and Tenille?!?!?!
I 'm not sure who (although I do have some theories) planted this idea in my head that life was going to be organized and logical. You put in your dollar, and out pops a diet coke. A simple, vending-machine existence that was consistent, dependable, predictable and boring. One long line of Dilbert cartoons and Seinfeld. Stuff you could count on that didn't rock the boat.
I think when I realized I was going to be a pastor's wife I failed to read the fine print. I'm not sure what type of fine print God would write about this profession, but I would bet a whole bottle of blood pressure medicine that it would be something like this:
Things (specifically life, from now until you croak) are going to be crazy and you are never really going to to know what's going on, where you are going and what you should be doing; what just happened will be insane and what is about to happen will blow your mind. Don't try to figure it out, just roll with it dude. Blessed are the flexible, for they won't be bent out of shape.
If I had been given this little tidbit, I think I would be handling life a little better. At least, I think I would be. I wouldn't have had a meltdown in someones living room like I did today. The reality and fruition of faith is just so hard. Trusting what is ahead, not cling to the comfort that is behind, and not being wavered by what beckons from the left and the right are just tough. I feel like I'm on the ridiculous, yet strangely addicting game show, Wipeout. Imagine me running over giant foam balls hoping I don't slip into the mud before I get catapulted into a ring of fire or onto a conveyor belt filled with pool toys. That sort of feels like me at the moment, sans wet suit and safety goggles.
I'll let you know when I make it over the rubber battering ram and safely into the foam tub. So far, I'm stuck in the middle of the obstacle course wondering where the ladder is.
I 'm not sure who (although I do have some theories) planted this idea in my head that life was going to be organized and logical. You put in your dollar, and out pops a diet coke. A simple, vending-machine existence that was consistent, dependable, predictable and boring. One long line of Dilbert cartoons and Seinfeld. Stuff you could count on that didn't rock the boat.
I think when I realized I was going to be a pastor's wife I failed to read the fine print. I'm not sure what type of fine print God would write about this profession, but I would bet a whole bottle of blood pressure medicine that it would be something like this:
Things (specifically life, from now until you croak) are going to be crazy and you are never really going to to know what's going on, where you are going and what you should be doing; what just happened will be insane and what is about to happen will blow your mind. Don't try to figure it out, just roll with it dude. Blessed are the flexible, for they won't be bent out of shape.
If I had been given this little tidbit, I think I would be handling life a little better. At least, I think I would be. I wouldn't have had a meltdown in someones living room like I did today. The reality and fruition of faith is just so hard. Trusting what is ahead, not cling to the comfort that is behind, and not being wavered by what beckons from the left and the right are just tough. I feel like I'm on the ridiculous, yet strangely addicting game show, Wipeout. Imagine me running over giant foam balls hoping I don't slip into the mud before I get catapulted into a ring of fire or onto a conveyor belt filled with pool toys. That sort of feels like me at the moment, sans wet suit and safety goggles.
I'll let you know when I make it over the rubber battering ram and safely into the foam tub. So far, I'm stuck in the middle of the obstacle course wondering where the ladder is.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I need people!
So, it dawned on me today how much I need people in my life. It's no secret I am a people-person, and I know - from even a biblical standpoint - it's good to have people in your life who know you, you know them and you can feel real and honest.
TJ and I spent all weekend with various friends and their kids. It was great - and incredibly rejuvenating. Not like - you-mowed-the-lawn-in-112-degree-heat-then-plunged-into-an-ice-filled-tub refreshment, but the type of refreshment you get when chatting over a meal (my life revolves around food, we established this in a previous post) and dreaming/wishing about life, the future and the scary new adventures God pulls out of His sleeve. I don't know if God wears sleeves, but if he did they would be full of secret candy and magic tricks - just like at the circus. I know God will have some cool disappearing penny tricks for me when I get to Heaven, I just know. Or maybe he'll pull a poodle out of his hat for me....OOH even better.
Today after church we had some relatively new friends over for lunch (WW-friendly, OF COURSE) and it was fun chatting about what's in store for both of our families...it was neat. They also have a sweet 1 year old who kept me entertained as well. Tripod wasn't sure what she was.
As I was cooking dinner tonight I was thinking how neat it was to have spent lots of time with people. People who I love and who love me back. Yay for friendship, yay for love, yay! I feel thankful - so very very thankful.
TJ and I spent all weekend with various friends and their kids. It was great - and incredibly rejuvenating. Not like - you-mowed-the-lawn-in-112-degree-heat-then-plunged-into-an-ice-filled-tub refreshment, but the type of refreshment you get when chatting over a meal (my life revolves around food, we established this in a previous post) and dreaming/wishing about life, the future and the scary new adventures God pulls out of His sleeve. I don't know if God wears sleeves, but if he did they would be full of secret candy and magic tricks - just like at the circus. I know God will have some cool disappearing penny tricks for me when I get to Heaven, I just know. Or maybe he'll pull a poodle out of his hat for me....OOH even better.
Today after church we had some relatively new friends over for lunch (WW-friendly, OF COURSE) and it was fun chatting about what's in store for both of our families...it was neat. They also have a sweet 1 year old who kept me entertained as well. Tripod wasn't sure what she was.
As I was cooking dinner tonight I was thinking how neat it was to have spent lots of time with people. People who I love and who love me back. Yay for friendship, yay for love, yay! I feel thankful - so very very thankful.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Figure 8
Well, I picked weight watchers back up a couple weeks ago. Much to my chagrin I have officially gained back all the weight I lost the 1st time I did it. Q!$#R(*$!!Q#%&
Thanks to the "Orlando swimsuit incident" I got mad enough to get back in the saddle and put down the french fries. 8 pounds in two weeks! Not bad! Granted, that's a spit in the ocean compared to where I have to go, but I'm feeling pretty good about it. When my clothes get baggy and my pants shimmy down on their own, I'll be happy. When I go to the doctor and they say "oh hey, you've lost some weight!" I'll be happy. When my blood pressure goes down and I get to stop taking the Atenlol, I'll be happy then too. When I have nothing to wear because my clothes are all too big. I'll be happy - until I have to pay for new clothes, of course.
Somebody tell me why I'm doing this at the biggest crossroad in my life?
Thanks to the "Orlando swimsuit incident" I got mad enough to get back in the saddle and put down the french fries. 8 pounds in two weeks! Not bad! Granted, that's a spit in the ocean compared to where I have to go, but I'm feeling pretty good about it. When my clothes get baggy and my pants shimmy down on their own, I'll be happy. When I go to the doctor and they say "oh hey, you've lost some weight!" I'll be happy. When my blood pressure goes down and I get to stop taking the Atenlol, I'll be happy then too. When I have nothing to wear because my clothes are all too big. I'll be happy - until I have to pay for new clothes, of course.
Somebody tell me why I'm doing this at the biggest crossroad in my life?
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